God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

"Nina, don't you think that the watermelon is actually a really vibrant and beautiful fruit?" I asked Nina, who was quietly drinking her bottle of juice as slowly as possible, to prolong the time she could sit on my lap. "It's one of nature's gifts that not only tastes so good but also looks so wonderful as well...Don't you think that as well, Nina?"

"S-Stop it, Kafka~...My heart just calmed down after that shameful crying session I had. Don't make it go beating like crazy again, since I really can't handle any more tension." Nina exclaimed as her cheeks flushed, thinking that I was complimenting her by using the watermelon as an example like I did earlier.

"Oh no, Nina, I wasn't talking about you right now." I said, which immediately made her pout when she had just told me herself that she didn't want me praising her.

And before a proper frown could form on her face and she started looking at me like I had wronged her, I said, "...Of course, you're also one of nature's treasures, Nina, who's not only as radiant as a watermelon with how your skin glows in the sunlight. But you're as sweet as one as well."

Nina nodded her head and seemed satisfied with my words, as she continued to have her drink while looking at me like she was telling me to continue what I was saying.

"But what I'm really talking about right now, Nina, isn't simply the outer brilliance of the watermelon with its patterns of green and white that give it a refreshing and bright appearance..." I said as I showed Nina the outer design of the watermelon juice bottle, which looked like it was designed to look like a watermelon.

I then opened the bottle and lowered it to show the bright red liquid inside of it and continued saying, "...I'm also talking about the inside of the watermelon that's also as colourful as the outside."

"Just like its exterior, it has a beautiful colour on the inside as well that simply attracts your attention because of how resplendent it looks, and it doesn't lose in any way compared to its outer flesh in terms of flamboyance."

" ...Don't you think as well that the watermelon is a wonderful fruit that's not only pretty on the outside but also has a hidden brilliance as well, Nina, that can only be seen after you open it up?"

I asked Nina as I admired the bottle in my hand like I was looking at an actual watermelon, while Nina had a confused look in her eyes as to why I was so enthralled by a simple fruit.

"I do understand that, Kafka.

The watermelon is a pretty and tasty fruit...So tasty that me and my mom used to go and steal some watermelons from my neighbours farm in the past when they came into season and feasted on them ourselves." Nina mentioned one of her mischievous tales of the past with her mother, which made me think that she definitely took after her mother's personality, which seemed quite wild in nature.

"But why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about watermelon's and their colour, Kafka?...Is it because you've lived in the city your whole life and found it fascinating to see patches of watermelon groves in the fields for the first time in your life when you came here?"

"No, Nina...Even though you probably think that I'm a 'city boy' who you think hasn't even touched a bit of soil in his whole life, I do have some experience when it comes to agriculture since my mother comes from a small town herself, and I'm not really as ignorant as you think I am."

I said with a wry smile on my face, as my mother, Abigaille, really was from a town similar to this one, which made Nina look at me with dubious eyes, like she really doubted if I had the guts to get my hands dirty.

I then continued saying, as I scooted Nina closer to me,

"And the reason why I suddenly sound so enthusiastic about the colour of the watermelon is actually because I'm an arts stream student in high school, and I have a particular interest when it comes to vibrant colours we see in our surroundings."

"...In fact, the very reason I didn't choose science or commerce and opted for arts and humanities instead was because of my avid interest in the wide spectrum of different colours we see in our daily lives and how to incorporate those very colours in my own artistic creations." I explained my interests and the major I had taken in high school, which was in fact not a lie and actually the truth, since the previous Kafka was also an arts major in high school.

"If you don't believe me, you can even ask my mother when you meet her about the colourful paintings that I make all the time."

I was about to ask Nina to talk to Camila about the painting I made on her back, but I quickly stopped myself, knowing that would only make Nina glare at me for talking about the things I did with another girl in front of her. Discover hidden stories at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

"I believe you, Kafka, and I don't need to ask anyone else to know that you are an arts student." Nina remarked while playing around with the bottle in her hands.

She then looked at me and said in a playful manner, "Just hearing all the fancy words you say to impress me is enough to understand that you're one of those artsy kids who paint pictures and write poems all day...I simply can't see someone who majors in math and science being as eloquent and flirtatious as you."

"I see...Then, you should understand now when I say that one of the reasons that I couldn't help but fall for you at first sight was because of the beautiful colour of your skin." I suddenly said, which caught Nina off guard, and she almost started choking on her drink because of the sudden comment. I ignored Nina's flustered face and continued saying, "The verdant hue of your skin.

The way it almost shines like jade whenever you walk through a stream of light...That gorgeous shade of your skin was something that was irresistible in my eyes."

"You've already praised my skin tone more than enough, Kafka!...You don't need to say any more for me to know how you feel about it." Nina suggested that I be quiet by keeping her finger on my lips so that her face didn't go all red again.

She then took her finger off and said as she looked at me carefully, "...Just tell me what you're trying to say without adding any additional embarrassing details like how pretty I look, because I've heard more than enough of that."

"Well, what I'm trying to say, Nina, is that just like a watermelon that has a hidden layer of beauty underneath it that is a completely different colour from its exterior, I wonder if you also have a whole different array of colours hidden underneath your outer layer."

I grinned as I eyed up her slender body that was sitting in my embrace, which made her tremble, knowing that I had ill intentions when she felt my gaze on her.